Remember that post about my dad? How he's been clean for three years? Scratch that. Last night my mom called me at 9:30, bawling. Apparently my dad has been getting high for the past week or so. My mom regularly checks their bank account online, but my parents were moving houses this week. No internet = no way for my mom to check the account. She went to the bank yesterday morning to find that money had been taken out of their account that she wasn't aware of.
When my mom confronted my dad about this, he flipped. In front of my little brother. Which is the part that I'm most pissed off about. He was ranting and raving about how he needs his drugs, he can't live without them, and how we don't understand that he needs them. Bullshit.
My dad made a promise to me when he first went to rehab; "I'm not going to put Zane through what I put you through" he says. Again, bullshit.
I rushed over to my mom's house to calm her down and make her feel better. Zane was already asleep by the time I got there, but when he got home from school today all he could talk about was how scared he was. He was afraid "daddy was going to hurt himself, or hurt mommy, or hurt me".
Once again I say, bullshit.
No eight year old little boy should have to deal with this.
If you have a drug problem, I strongly advise you to get help. Before you completely lose your family's trust, before you lose your dignity, and before you lose yourself.
so awful :( i can't even imagine.
ReplyDeleteI can't even hardly imagine it and it's happening to my family. We're getting through though. Thanks for reading!
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